Girl Saves Boy Fic: Got Your Back
Title: Got Your Back
Fandom: LOST
Author: peekadora
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Summary: There are many ways to guard someone’s back. Ten days after Sawyer, Juliet and Co. arrive in Dharmaville Juliet guards Sawyer’s back.
Rating: PG
Word count: 940
Warnings: Learn First Aid skills from pros, not fics.
Author's Notes: Written for the Girl Saves Boy Ficathon. Takes place during the season 5 episode LaFleur.
Ten days since they had arrived. Ten days since James had wiled their way into the Dharma Initiative’s camp. Ten days since James had convinced Juliet not to get on the submarine going out that next day. Four more days until the submarine would make another trip out. Four more days for Juliet to decide if she would still get James’ back.
She sat on the grass a ways from the Barracks and watched as the sun started to come down and dusted the green hills with a burning orange. Immediately upon Juliet’s return from the day’s search, Amy had ordered Juliet out of the house while Amy finished making dinner. “Take a peach,” Amy had said, “and go watch the sunset.” Amy coped with grief over her husband’s death, Juliet surmised, by extreme motherly bossiness primarily towards Juliet.
Every day for the past ten she, Miles, Faraday, Jin, and James had been out with the Dharma Initiative security personnel looking for the rest of the group that they had lost when the light flashed and they became unstuck in time. Every day they found no trace of them. Horace had already assured James that the supposed ship wrecked captain and crew could stay past the submarine’s first return to look for their missing crew. James, Confidence Man Sawyer, managed it in a way that left Miles dumbfounded, and Juliet unsurprised. Each sunset was another sunset reminding them that the last time they saw Locke he had fallen in to a well that didn’t exist the next moment - as they perceived time, as Faraday was quick to remind them - and that the probability of finding the others, alive, was diminishing. She bit in to the peach; it was juicy with a tinge of sadness.
“Amy send you out to play till dinner’s ready?” confident and cocky, despite the day’s fruitless search, James strode from the Barracks and sat down beside her.
“It’s her way of grieving, taking care of other people,” Juliet mused, as she passed the peach to James. He took a bite, passed it to her, she took a bite, and passed it back to him. They sat together quietly that way, sharing the peach and watching the sunset until the peach was almost all gone when James finally spoke, “Thank you.” Juliet cocked her head towards him with an inquiring eyebrow, eyes glancing at the remaining peach she had just passed to him.
“For that,” he said, talking with full mouth, “and-”
James’ eyes and gone big. One hand grabbed at his throat, the other a strained fist pounding on his chest. He looked at Juliet and his expression was cold with fear and panic. She turned to kneel in front of him, “James, can you breathe or cough?” He tried, failed, and shook his head no. It’s the peach pit, he swallowed it-
“Are you choking? James, nod or shake your head.” He nodded. Juliet, rose to her feet, moved behind him, and pulling from his armpits straightened out his torso from its former slouch. She knelt down behind him and took a deep breath to push down the ice ball that had quickly formed in the pit of her stomach.
A countdown began in her head and her mind raced. Minutes until he passes out, brain damage if his brain is deprived of oxygen too long… or he’ll die. The ice ball in her stomach threatened to rise up again. James. Deep breath in. She had done this before.
She wrapped her arms round his torso, and found the soft spot below his rib cage. With the deep breath out, she made a fist and pulled it in and up against him. James’ back pulled close up to her, and he coughed hard. At that moment, it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Amidst more coughing and throat clearing he said, “God damn.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re going to be ok. I’ve got your back.” Deep breath in and out again. Everything this island has thrown at us…and… They leaned back into each other while he tried to steady his breath amidst the coughing. She kept an arm round his chest, gently rubbing his chest with her thumb. She pulled the other arm back and over his shoulder to brush his hair with her hand.
“Peach…” cough, “pit…” cough, “wrong…” cough, “pipe.” His hand rested on hers, and gave a reassuring squeeze. Over his shoulder, she saw the hacked up pit with bits of saliva and golden peach flesh still covering it a bit in front of him on the ground. His head leaned in towards the hand that stroked his hair back. She held him until his breathing steadied.
“There, now. You wouldn’t want to have let it be a peach after everything else we went through, would you? Let’s get you up. You need something to drink after that.”
“And Amy,” he replied, voice hoarse, “probably has dinner ready by now.”
“Probably, James.” She helped him up and he turned round to face her. Her eyes rested on his chest, where he still held her hand against him. A slow smile spread across her face.
“Thanks,” he whispered, still hoarse.
“I told you…I…”
…got your back.
Later she didn’t know if he leaned down, she leaned up, or both. Their lips barely brushed with the lightest feather touch. With their shadows stretched far in front of them they walked hand in hand back to the Barracks. Hours later, in the still of the night, she held him close and knew that she would stay by him and guard his back.
~fin~
Fandom: LOST
Author: peekadora
Pairing: Sawyer/Juliet
Summary: There are many ways to guard someone’s back. Ten days after Sawyer, Juliet and Co. arrive in Dharmaville Juliet guards Sawyer’s back.
Rating: PG
Word count: 940
Warnings: Learn First Aid skills from pros, not fics.
Author's Notes: Written for the Girl Saves Boy Ficathon. Takes place during the season 5 episode LaFleur.
Ten days since they had arrived. Ten days since James had wiled their way into the Dharma Initiative’s camp. Ten days since James had convinced Juliet not to get on the submarine going out that next day. Four more days until the submarine would make another trip out. Four more days for Juliet to decide if she would still get James’ back.
She sat on the grass a ways from the Barracks and watched as the sun started to come down and dusted the green hills with a burning orange. Immediately upon Juliet’s return from the day’s search, Amy had ordered Juliet out of the house while Amy finished making dinner. “Take a peach,” Amy had said, “and go watch the sunset.” Amy coped with grief over her husband’s death, Juliet surmised, by extreme motherly bossiness primarily towards Juliet.
Every day for the past ten she, Miles, Faraday, Jin, and James had been out with the Dharma Initiative security personnel looking for the rest of the group that they had lost when the light flashed and they became unstuck in time. Every day they found no trace of them. Horace had already assured James that the supposed ship wrecked captain and crew could stay past the submarine’s first return to look for their missing crew. James, Confidence Man Sawyer, managed it in a way that left Miles dumbfounded, and Juliet unsurprised. Each sunset was another sunset reminding them that the last time they saw Locke he had fallen in to a well that didn’t exist the next moment - as they perceived time, as Faraday was quick to remind them - and that the probability of finding the others, alive, was diminishing. She bit in to the peach; it was juicy with a tinge of sadness.
“Amy send you out to play till dinner’s ready?” confident and cocky, despite the day’s fruitless search, James strode from the Barracks and sat down beside her.
“It’s her way of grieving, taking care of other people,” Juliet mused, as she passed the peach to James. He took a bite, passed it to her, she took a bite, and passed it back to him. They sat together quietly that way, sharing the peach and watching the sunset until the peach was almost all gone when James finally spoke, “Thank you.” Juliet cocked her head towards him with an inquiring eyebrow, eyes glancing at the remaining peach she had just passed to him.
“For that,” he said, talking with full mouth, “and-”
James’ eyes and gone big. One hand grabbed at his throat, the other a strained fist pounding on his chest. He looked at Juliet and his expression was cold with fear and panic. She turned to kneel in front of him, “James, can you breathe or cough?” He tried, failed, and shook his head no. It’s the peach pit, he swallowed it-
“Are you choking? James, nod or shake your head.” He nodded. Juliet, rose to her feet, moved behind him, and pulling from his armpits straightened out his torso from its former slouch. She knelt down behind him and took a deep breath to push down the ice ball that had quickly formed in the pit of her stomach.
A countdown began in her head and her mind raced. Minutes until he passes out, brain damage if his brain is deprived of oxygen too long… or he’ll die. The ice ball in her stomach threatened to rise up again. James. Deep breath in. She had done this before.
She wrapped her arms round his torso, and found the soft spot below his rib cage. With the deep breath out, she made a fist and pulled it in and up against him. James’ back pulled close up to her, and he coughed hard. At that moment, it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Amidst more coughing and throat clearing he said, “God damn.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re going to be ok. I’ve got your back.” Deep breath in and out again. Everything this island has thrown at us…and… They leaned back into each other while he tried to steady his breath amidst the coughing. She kept an arm round his chest, gently rubbing his chest with her thumb. She pulled the other arm back and over his shoulder to brush his hair with her hand.
“Peach…” cough, “pit…” cough, “wrong…” cough, “pipe.” His hand rested on hers, and gave a reassuring squeeze. Over his shoulder, she saw the hacked up pit with bits of saliva and golden peach flesh still covering it a bit in front of him on the ground. His head leaned in towards the hand that stroked his hair back. She held him until his breathing steadied.
“There, now. You wouldn’t want to have let it be a peach after everything else we went through, would you? Let’s get you up. You need something to drink after that.”
“And Amy,” he replied, voice hoarse, “probably has dinner ready by now.”
“Probably, James.” She helped him up and he turned round to face her. Her eyes rested on his chest, where he still held her hand against him. A slow smile spread across her face.
“Thanks,” he whispered, still hoarse.
“I told you…I…”
…got your back.
Later she didn’t know if he leaned down, she leaned up, or both. Their lips barely brushed with the lightest feather touch. With their shadows stretched far in front of them they walked hand in hand back to the Barracks. Hours later, in the still of the night, she held him close and knew that she would stay by him and guard his back.
~fin~